Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

The environment of the building materials market is definitely not good.

The smells of wood and paint mingled together, and scraps of various materials floated in the air, inevitably causing anyone entering for the first time to sneeze twice.

Lin Ting took the simple shop decoration drawing she had made the night before and started purchasing materials according to the list.

This shop seems to have been hastily prepared, but in reality...

It was more rushed than it looked.

The business idea for the shop was conceived that night at the hotel; the shop's design was drawn last night; even the only employee currently working in the shop is a labor market recruit awaiting training.

The planning period was so short it was almost ridiculous.

Although the planning period was short, Lin Ting had high hopes for the store and was quite serious about it.

Lin Ting walked into a paint shop and was greeted by all kinds of paint buckets. Several of them sounded familiar, but upon closer inspection, they were unfamiliar brands.

She asked, "Hello, I need paint, light blue and dark blue, do you have any?"

"Yes, we do." The shopkeeper, sitting on a stool, glanced at the three of them before losing interest and continuing to read his pirated martial arts novel. "How many do you want?"

It wasn't that he was arrogant; it was just that these three people were too young and didn't seem like important clients at all.

Moreover, the two colors Lin Ting wanted weren't the kind of colors normally used for home decoration. The shop owner guessed that they probably wanted to paint a table or bench.

Lin Ting then asked, "Do you have paint color swatches?"

The boss looked bewildered: "What the heck?"

In an era before the concept of interior design styles existed, most people's home renovations could be summarized as "having no choice."

With no renovation companies to choose from, no detailed categories to select from, and no wide variety of materials to choose from, all people can do is find experienced craftsmen at the labor market or recommended by their neighbors to create a home with an extremely similar style.

Because no one has a choice, it has led to the situation where—your home, my home, all seem the same.

Therefore, you can't blame the boss for not even having a color chart; you can only shift the blame to the gap between the times.

Lin Ting and the boss looked at each other for a moment, then Lin Ting suddenly said, "Uncle, I need enough light blue paint to cover all 160 square meters of walls, and dark blue paint for the doors, windows and stairs. I'll need about two buckets."

The boss immediately threw the novel aside and sprang up from the recliner.

"Come here, come here. Actually, the paint bucket shows what color it will be after it dries. Come and see."

The boss immediately became attentive, rubbing his hands together and patiently helping Lin Ting choose paint.

In fact, the store only had four types of blue paint, and the stock was not large, so Lin Ting's choices were very limited.

Fortunately, she had the light blue paint she wanted.

Unfortunately, the stock is insufficient; there's only enough for about three-quarters of the orders.

The boss didn't want to give up this business, so he rubbed his hands and said, "Young lady, why don't you take these few buckets first, and I'll get the rest from the manufacturer for you. It should arrive in about half a month."

Lin Ting chuckled.

Different batches of paint may not have the same color.

Of course, this could be psychological, it could be related to the intervals between painting sessions, or it could be due to the brushes or the worker...

But no matter what the reason, Lin Ting would never accept two batches of paint.

Jiang Zong suddenly spoke up: "Shall I have my father buy it for you from Shanghai?"

"what?"

He suddenly spoke, startling Lin Ting.

The boss's reaction was even more direct: "Wow, you can talk!"

Jiang Zong was used to such surprises and didn't take it to heart.

Lin Ting was displeased: "Hey, what are you saying? My friend is just a man of few words and has profound thoughts, what do you mean by 'can't speak properly'!"

Jiang Zong was taken aback, and his eyes suddenly brightened as he looked at Lin Ting.

Does being quiet indicate depth?

This was the first time he had heard of such protection.

He looked at Lin Ting, his ears burning slightly.

The boss was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "So taciturn... then his family must be quite wealthy, right?"

Lin Ting: "..."

Just then, Zheng Miaoying pointed to a bucket of pink paint and said, "Listen, I think this color is very beautiful."

Boss: "My goodness, you can talk too!"

Lin Ting: "..."

"Let's go! Let's find another one!"

“You really can’t leave. The two colors you want are only available at my place in the whole market.”

Lin Ting immediately seized on this slight flaw: "Why are you different from others? Did the factory dump all their leftover stock on you?"

The shop owner glanced at Lin Ting and replied casually, "My daughter said this color is nice. It's a cheap item, I was just trying to make my daughter happy."

Lin Ting: "..."

Damn it, he got it.

To avoid being scammed a second time, Lin Ting gritted his teeth and believed the shopkeeper, buying two buckets of dark blue paint and four buckets of light blue paint.

The boss glanced at the phone and asked her, "Are you sure you don't need me to order two more buckets for you?"

In response to this situation, Lin Ting already had a backup plan in mind. She said directly, "Really, no need. Just give me two buckets of pure white paint."

"okay!"

The shopkeeper pressed a few buttons on the calculator and gave a quote: "A total of four hundred and twenty-four yuan."

Lin Ting rolled up his sleeves, cleared his throat, and prepared to haggle...

Jiang Zong took out his wallet and handed over five hundred yuan.

Lin Ting: "...!"

Before the boss could even reach out, Lin Ting snatched the five hundred yuan with lightning speed.

The boss clicked his tongue: "What's the big deal? You're all in this together, it doesn't matter who pays the money."

Lin Ting went straight to the point without any hesitation: "Make it cheaper, three hundred."

"Three hundred? Why don't you just let me die?"

"Because...it's illegal."

"Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, so three hundred yuan is fine, right?"

"No! I can't! I'll just round it down to zero, so you'll get four hundred."

"Don't be so stingy, it's only 310."

"..."

After more than ten minutes of heated debate, the final transaction price was three hundred and sixty-five.

Lin Ting stuffed the five hundred yuan back into Jiang Zong's hand, then unzipped his backpack and pulled out four bills from a stack of banknotes to give to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper glanced at the money in Lin Ting's hand and couldn't help but jump up and curse, "You, a man with ten thousand yuan, are trying to argue with me about a few dozen yuan?"

Lin Ting: "I cherish money like my life."

boss:"……"

"Uncle, do you offer home delivery service?" After the transaction was completed, Lin Ting shamelessly asked.

The boss rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Can't I just finish the transaction for you?"

"Really? You're such a good person."

Boss: "Get out."

The "friend zone" thing was disliked back in the 1990s.

Seeing the shopkeeper's overly firm attitude, Lin had no choice but to reluctantly pull out three yuan: "Uncle, how about home delivery?"

The boss immediately broke into a smile again: "Alright, leave your address and I'll have someone deliver it to you right away!"

Lin Ting: "Uncle, before you went into business, you practiced Sichuan opera face-changing, right?"

Luckily she was young, otherwise she would have been seriously injured by her boss's constant antics.